She took a rolled up twentyOut of her pocketAnd paid for my cigarettesWe were friends at first sightIn the 7-11 lightShe said, "Here, lemme cover it"

And I rode shotgun all that nightShe drove, and never made a soundI asked if there was anything wrongShe said, "Nothin' worth talkin' 'bout"

It's a blue SundayDown the interstateYeah, a blue SundayBlue, with shades of grey

Her backseat could've been a hotelI slept for a thousand yearsEvery now and thenShe'd laugh out loud for no reasonI pretended not to hearAnd rolled my jacket up under my headAnd stretched my body outCouldn't be too far in frontOf her daddy's bloodhoundsBut I ain't gonna worry now

It's a blue SundayDown the interstateYeah, a blue SundayBlue, with shades of grey

A blue SundayWe never met beforeIt's a blue SundayWhen it's time to leave, you go